The hidden Hanayama treasure

Chapter 2

(Sophia's pov)

I glanced around the roaring crowd and had to admit the place was impressive.

Yet, my joy was short lived as I had to duck under the curtains as my brothers men came behind me.

"Where did she go?"
"Miss Sophia!"
"Shit! where did she go?"

I doubled back through the curtains and make my way down the adjacent hallway. I heard the sounds of footsteps and turned, opening the door to the first room I find.

I shut the door, hearing feet run by and sigh.

Honestly this was the last place I wanted to be...
I curl my hands against the door and turn, coming face to face bright blue eyes.

I gasp, stepping back and cry out when my head collided with the door.
The room spins and I feel my ass hit the floor.

"Ohh, fuck..."

I hear a small smirk and a deep baritone voice hits the air "well, that's one way to make an entrance."

While his Japanese was good I knew it wasn't his first language. I groan again, touching my head for any damage. Except for a pounding headache I seemed okay.

I run a hand down my neck and speak in English "I'm not some crazy fangirl."

When he doesn't speak I open my eyes. The slightly fuzzy picture clears and I pause, feeling myself blush when I get a clearer picture of the man before me. He was gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, large bugling muscles and when it happens a gorgeous smile.

I watch the shock slide into a sexy grin "well well well, look who full of surprises." I knew it, his English is much smoother.

After a moment my mouth works "I'm surprised someone like you would be participating in something like this."

"Someone like me?"

"You're not Japanese yet you want to make a name here which means one of two things." I let my legs relax on the floor "one, your already famous and are now extremely bored or two, something in or about this tournament is personal to you."

The gorgeous man smiles once more "What's your name?"

"Sophia. You?"

"Jack Hammer." He tossed a pillow off the chair and I place it under my aching butt "you have a last name?"

I feel the clan crest burning under my shirt and look away "Not one I like to use no."

"Fair enough." I hear my phone chime a few times and quickly silence it, as expected Jack noticed "Is there a problem?"

"More like an unavoidable annoyance," I grimace

"Does it have something to do with the men you were running from?"

"Avoiding not running and yes, they work for my brother." I run a hand through my hair "Honestly if it was up to me Id be as far away from this hell hole as I could be."

"You're not a fan of fighting?"

"No ones a fan of fighting, there's only those who crave it for a purpose or avoid it. Which are you Jack?"

"Well I am here aren't I?" I hum once and take in the relatively bare room. Besides a few benches, a bathroom and a tall locker most of the money seemed to be spent outside. "I take it your brother is fighting in the tournament?"

I snort once "please, a tsunami couldn't keep my brother from fighting. Its all the men in my family know how to do." When I see him twitch again I pause "you okay?"